Luyện nghe bài hát Three Neuron Kings

A battle, and inconvenient,
A battle fought so in pride.
A or rather plague, a fever,
me to the fireside.

At a crackling wood's spark to the skies,
The king, he claims the throne.
But halts in stride as legions
Melt the leader's tone.

An king arose
From soaked fallow battlefields
With orders calm at voice
And as iron shields.

And dreadful words it
As he spoke of
Thus I as the Tempest,
As his fever upon my hand.

Then were risen by the brave
As for me I rose a twig the skies.

And no one withdraw
One's were as the fiend's.
All men in and zeal.
As ire to burdening air.

two in brawl for the throne
A third with grins on stainless
In bushes watching in
of the bleak.

At startled,
had dropped my twig
I turned the fireside
And the last of the night
Lit the my paths golden wings
Sensing me and my Three Kings.